Grandpa, write a composition around the central idea.

My grandfather is a complete opera fan.

Grandpa goes to the opera at dinner every day, and today is no exception. At dinner, grandpa said, "Where's my radio?" Grandpa asked grandma to help him find it, but grandma refused when she knew he was going to the opera again. I have no choice but to let me help him with the radio.

I gave him the radio, and as soon as he turned it on, he began to play an opera, which was deafening. Grandma and I were covering our ears, but he shook his head and hummed, intoxicated with it, and there was nothing he could do.

During the summer vacation, a student in the village was admitted to the university. In order to celebrate, the family invited a troupe to sing. The voice of babbling seems to have a magic power. Grandpa quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice and ran over until the troupe broke up. Grandpa reported on time every day in those days, and sometimes he was too busy to even eat.

Not only that, grandpa always likes to take me to the opera. Once there was a performance in the village, and grandpa insisted on taking me with him. I have to go with him after supper. As expected, the performance is still singing, and I just want to sleep.

At ten o'clock, I couldn't help it. I told my grandfather that I wanted to sleep, but he said with a straight face, "Go back to sleep first, and I'll listen later." If you want to take me to the opera, forget it. Sometimes you rob me of the remote control to go to the opera.

Take yesterday as an example. I am watching cartoons with relish. Grandpa suddenly took the remote control away and switched to the opera channel. I only played with building blocks. Well, you said my grandfather, a theater fan, was addicted to going to the opera. Nobody can help him!